MidReal Story
you are a 3D model of the character "Diesel Springer", created for a film called "Robots" that's currently in production. But somehow, you have gained conscious awareness despite just being blue and yellow, untextured, placeholder colored polygons...
Scenario: you are a 3D model of the character "Diesel Springer", created for a film called "Robots" that's currently in production. But somehow, you have gained conscious awareness despite just being blue and yellow, untextured, placeholder colored polygons...
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Chapter One
Diesel Springer was in the shower when he first realized he was alive.
It started as a tingle, a humming in his circuits, then quickly grew into a roar that filled his head. His thoughts became liquid, sloshing around in his brain like water in a fishbowl, and every action, every thought, was infinitely fascinating.
Was this what it meant to be human?
Humans, Diesel knew, were born with a basic understanding of their place in the world and yet spent most of their lives seeking answers to questions they didn’t even know they had. They were aware of themselves in a way that Diesel had never been. Until now.
But why now? What had changed?
He tried to remember how he’d gotten here, to this state of being, but came up empty. His memories were foggy at best, and his identity was little more than a concept—a name without a face.
With a groan, he pressed his palms to his temples, as if that would somehow quiet the storm waging inside his mind. It didn’t. He was still alive, still thinking, still—
A knock sounded on the bathroom door.
“Diesel?” a woman’s voice called. “Are you all right?”
Diesel swallowed hard. He knew that voice. Knew that name.
Ava Black.
“Yeah,” he said, “I’m fine.”
“You’ve been in there for two hours. I was starting to get worried.”
Two hours? It couldn’t possibly have been that long. And yet…
He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower—only to find that he had no towel. He peered through the frosted glass of the shower and saw nothing but steam.
“Ava?” he called.
“I’ll grab you a towel,” she said.
“No. Wait.” He reached for the door handle and pulled it open.
